Meaningful-Havoc

Jackson yawned reluctantly as he made his way down the winding path. He had just woke up, the darkness and cool wind rousing him and telling him that it was time to begin his work. He had pushed it off long enough. It was time for winter to sneak in, bit by bit, until first snow came. Summer was at its end and autumn had replaced the sunny season. Red leaves cased off the branches in a cool blaze of windy fire. Every tree and rock had donned their best outfits, ready for one last party before they returned to their beds and waited for spring. The forest still beamed with life and clung stubbornly to summer's warmth. Now was the time to turn